as if the asses of antiquity weren’t enough,
now, thanks to the luck of the draw, we get
to ruminate on the desiccated blooms of june.
i say june because, well, remember birthstones? without
question you can recall your astrological sign, right? you’re an
upstanding aquarius and i’m, at the very least, a pair of
eternally taunted and (misunderstood) teased gemini. the
rose happens to be my birth flower. a red
one. (what’s the flower of your birth,
sir?) yep. a red rose. and not one, i should think, that’s quite that
elderly. or crushed forever away into a “beloved” book. i’m not extinct yet.
